It glinted against the cool blue of Sun’s last light
A slender curve, quite razor sharp
The fine inside edge glinted in the night
That rose from the mist of black fenland soil
It had all the beauty of the assassin’s blade
Come to slit the throat and let in chill air
To let all blood drain as from a goat
I shivered, surprised at its first quick slice
My heartstrings severed by the cut
It was so swift I felt no pain
Except at the truth
We’d not meet again.
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CLP 26/12/2019
Journey of Words 